Drunk

I saw it coming
When I was just four
That look on your face
When you walked through the door

Angry and red
Your face bulging with veins
Sweat poured down your cheeks
Misting like rain

You stumbled through the doorway
Tripping and Swearing
You stared at me
Your eyes were glaring

I smelled your sweat
Musty with fear
A touch of old cologne
The scent of stale beer

You had one of those nights
Out on the town
Mother was crying
My face wore a frown

You struck my mom
Across her face
Her tears were pouring
They were mixed with disgrace

You grumbled something
When you pushed by me
I shivered in fear
Ready to flee

......I saw it coming
When I was just four
That look on your face
When you walked through the door